My memories of the show BJ and the Bear are sketchy at best. It was very much something that we only watched in our house if the weather was bad and there was nothing better on. I hate to go all “in my day” on you, but people who grew up in the age of cable and the internet have no idea what it means to say there’s “nothing good” on.
The concept of only having four options is foreign to them.
On an afternoon in the Yakima Valley, in 1981, you could easily have a choice between BJ and the Bear, One Day at a Time, The Partridge Family, and on PBS, Upstairs Downstairs. If any of those sound good to you, you probably aren’t a nine-year-old boy obsessed with Star Wars.
Because my mother liked old-fashioned country music and my father liked polkas, there are a whole raft of songs Missy was raised with, songs like, “Against the Wind,” or “Ramblin’ Man” that to me are just things they used to play over establishing shots of BJ and the Bear driving into town at the beginning of episodes. I can’t hear the Eagles without picturing a red semi driving over a bridge.
Scott Meyer
2023-06-23 13:41:36 +0000 UTCBernie Margolis
2023-06-19 19:31:42 +0000 UTCCarl Cravens
2023-06-19 12:54:52 +0000 UTC